Wild red roses are slowly overgrowing the remains of a greying picket fence. Beyond the fence lies a child's playground, desolate and empty. A gate, ripped from the fence, lies discarded in the grass nearby.
You say, "rumors are easy to spread" >think Allurana is carryen my child You concentrate on projecting your thoughts. > Sekond appears to be concentrating intently on something. >'see > You say, "see" > Allurana exclaims, "ARJEN!"
>look in my pants There is nothing in there. >frown You frown.
